Cowboys Stories Novels & Stories

“Wait, did he give you that heater? No, wait, that's from the outsiders. What do cowboys call their revolvers? Pops?” The security guards drew closer as Tyler stared at Daniel like he was an alien speaking another language. “Who's a cowboy?” Tyler demanded weakly. “Why do you keep asking me these questions?” "I don't know, Tee. You seem like a fascinating character. I've always been intrigued by the 1800s, and you strike me as the perfect person to shed some light on that era. Did you ever journey along the Oregon Trail? I've heard tales of the devastating dysentery that plagued travelers. And if your wagon's axle snapped, that was pretty much it, wasn't it? A broken axle meant certain doom.

Mom had to work two different jobs as I took over running the shop, but I knew things weren’t going well. That’s when I met Prez and the Wolf Riders MC! They were on the run from their own Enforcers and the president at the time, having failed a coup. The president was forcing their patched members and prospects to do the drugs they were supposed to deal, only allowing them their fix once the drop was done. Even going as far as overdosing on a couple of them, and the women inside the club. Men who didn’t get their fix got aggressive, and on more than one occasion, the fight ended with someone dead on the floor.

I lazily said as I got down from the car. "Hey mum? Is that all you got? Get in! Now!" She ordered but I hugged her instead. I don't want to ever feel like I was never going to see her again. "I'm sorry mum" I cried and she patted my hair. That was enough to tell me she wasn't mad anymore. I decided not to tell her about the horrific experience I had with the wolves because it'll only make her worried. "Like I said, they are an interesting set of people. Stella informed the police and formed a search team. She was literally crying" my mum laughed.

Bonds of Destiny: A Contract with the Cowboy Synopsis: Jack Colt, one of the most respected ranchers in Texas, lives an apparently perfect life on his vast property. However, a growing dissatisfaction and the desire to have a family begin to haunt him. When Clayton, an old friend deep in debt, proposes that Jack marry his daughter Charlotte in exchange for clearing his debts, Jack finds himself facing a difficult decision. Charlotte, a young woman who has endured abuse and deprivation at the hands of her father, begins to find hope and security on Jack’s ranch.

Since it was a Saturday, the children could play as much as they liked. … Old Crows Town was a small town. From above, the outline of the town looked like a crow with black outlines and everything. No one knew how exactly how long Old Crow Town had been around. Not even Old Cabbage, the oldest man in the town. Many of the members in the town had either migrated there or the members of the older generation who knew anything about the town’s history were long dead.

the cowboy jokes. A joke Adira didn't understand nor did she find it funny.” Excuse me!” She narrows her eyes at the tall man before her. “What is going on here?” A familiar voice speaks behind the cowboy, and Adira goes still. Her heart begins to pound loudly in her ears. Every words she had practiced over the night took flight, leaving her brain empty. “Boss,” the ranch hand turns to greet the tall brunette behind him, but her attention was no longer on him, but arrested on the blonde behind him.

The butterflies in her stomach are disturbing, it felt like the time she is having them. "I love it when you pretend to be coy"he confessed . She was about to talk when he continued. " I want us to visit my croft today. It is not that far from here so we will use bikes . " He informed her. He got the croft as a gift from his father when he was getting hitched. And now he wants to share a moment with her there . "Oh My God"She exclaimed. Hussain has been surprising her with different things since they arrived. "You have a croft? As in a croft farm "She questioned. "Yes"He replied smiling , playing with her hair as she watched through the window.

The final score of last night's Cowboys game reminds me to check the Hart to Heart website. It pulls up fast and is easy to navigate. Very quickly, I find what I'm looking for - my report from two weeks ago. I can feel how wide I'm smiling, and I don't care if it looks cheesy. My story, my report, is on Jason Hart's website. A website that gets millions of clicks every year, and I have a credit at the end of the report. That story would never have happened if I hadn't made a deal with Caleb. I'm really proud of myself. This is what I love. It's what I'm good at. And it paid off in a big way this time.

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

A vigilante of justice. Robin Hood… “And the books?” she asked. “How do they play into that?” He lifted a single shoulder in a half shrug as though the answer was inconsequential. But to her, it wasn’t, because it was yet another piece in figuring out this complex cowboy. “I started collecting them a few years ago when surviving no longer was a day-to-day struggle.” Around the same time the Grey Wolves had first started to hear whispers of his name. He’d amassed power and influence in their world so quickly it had nearly made Maverick’s head spin. She’d eavesdropped over the stories among the Grey Wolves’ elite alphas with eager interest.